The Christ Child–born fully man and fully God–came most humbly to Earth. Christ chose a delivery place filled with the filth and stench of barn animals. He could have chosen a palace or hospital. Christ chose to make his infant-wrapped divinity known to pagan astrologers and unkempt sheperds. He could have revealed his birth to emperors or reality television audiences.
Oh, Christmas! The glorious beginning of God’s perfect plan of redemption. For sinners. Like me.
Caleb.
Lucy.
Alicia.
Because as wonderful as the story of Christ’s birth is, we don’t celebrate it primarily because it’s his birthday.
My family celebrates Christmas because Christ’s birth was the most glorious way to bring about his death. And his death?
That was to purchase the greatest gift of all–salvation.
